Over the trees, down the hill
There’s something I can feel,
A deep sensation,
A unique creation,
A form of peace!
Creator still unknown,
Don’t know where- or how- it is grown.
It seems to call me along,
to a place where nothing’s wrong.
Away from everything that’s fake,
Where I am entirely awake,
Where that which gives ultimate peace,
is the swift and gentle breeze.